My Worlds
I write to express my deepest thoughts and emotions. The red anger. The blue saddness. The yellow happy that kisses my skin in the soft morning dewiness of the sun in the morning. The quiet calm of night. Nothing makes sense with out it. Words on paper are beautiful.
I'm an architect of my own world. Shaping buildings and cities. I play God. Holding tiny lives in my hands. I am am mother. A teacher. They trust me.
I live for the fictions I create.
The worlds.
The People.
I've come to know them far better than anything or anyone else.
Poetry.
Epics.
Fictions.
I live for the sotries I have to tell.